Blogging chops

This is why I worry that it is pointless to try and start a blog. How exactly do you compete with stuff like this (from Joel Achenbach, who writes the Achenblog for the Washington Post):

[Bulletin: Looking mighty equinoctial out there. We're in the countdown, less than 24 hours until the astronomical start of spring. This means a massive wardrobe change. Out: Dark clothes, bulky sweaters, woolly garments. In: Nudity. Wearing nothing but a bow tie while sprinting through the neighbors' flowerbeds. Retrieving acorns buried in November. Howling at the moon, or at least hissing at it, while roasting fresh roadkill (squirrel, skunk, something unidentifable but furry and now very flat) on a spit over a fire fueled entirely by my unsold books. You know: Spring stuff. Bring it on!]

(The rest of the post, entitled "Spare Me Your Natterings", is pretty funny even if it is about blogging. OK I'm really really going to bed now.)